TITLE: Erotic Pleasure
AUTHOR: Erin M. Blair
E-MAIL: eblair@sonic.net
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. I treasure feedback.
DISTRIBUTION: OK to Gossamer, Ephemeral, 
After the Fact, etc.
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORIES: SRA -- Story, Romance, Angst.
KEYWORDS: MSR. 
SPOILERS: Ice.
DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris
Carter. I am only borrowing them. :)
SUMMARY: What if the neck check got a bit more
steamier?
NOTES: This was written for Fandomonium's
Virtual Season One of Smut. Special thanks to
Jen for beta reading this story.

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Erotic Pleasure
by Erin M. Blair
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She could smell his aftershave when she came into the tiny 
storage room. He stood inches away from her. She tried to 
be calm and professional as she touched his neck. His skin 
was smooth and taut. Being near him gave way to a sense of 
pleasure.

Erotic pleasure.

It was just a neck check, she reasoned, to see if 
he was infected -- which he wasn't.  

She turned away from him, but she could feel his presence 
behind her. She tingled with excitement as he pulled down 
the collar of her shirt. "Mulder?"

*       *       *

"Scully, I want you now."

Scully turned around in his embrace. "But we need to tell 
the others..."

"No, not yet, Scully. They *can* wait," Mulder interrupted. 
He kissed her rose-red lips. Desire surrounded him like 
fireworks on the Fourth of July. He had always thought her 
blue eyes were as clear as the ocean. It reminded him of 
the summer vacation from a happier time, before Samantha 
went missing that November; he remembered wistfully that 
his parents used to take them to the beach at Martha's 
Vineyard. Whenever he looked into those clear, blue eyes of 
hers, he thought of being near the water. That was why he 
loved to gaze into her eyes -- they were big, blue and wet; 
he wanted to drown in them.

He desired to massage her breasts. He wanted to caress her 
lips with kisses all night long. He knew full well that 
they weren't alone, but he wanted to be with her. 

He wanted to take the time, exploring her. He wanted to go 
inside her. He couldn't stand it any longer. He needed 
her...now. 

The walls seemed to melt away as they slowly unbuttoned 
their clothes. They looked at each other and the thought of 
going back to where the others were drifted away from them 
momentarily. All they wanted, all they desired, was each 
other. 

He kept kissing her first on the lips, then her jawline, 
and then finally, on her forehead. He could feel the warmth 
as she was doing the same despite the difference in height. 

Mulder saw their clothes piled on top of each other in the 
corner of the room, as they were now on the floor. The heat 
between them made up for the subzero temperatures outside. 

*  *  *

Scully moaned. This was what she had desired ever since she 
met him. "You don't know how much I've been waiting for 
this, Mulder."

Mulder nodded. 

No words were uttered by them. This moment was too intense, 
too hot, and too long for the both of them. Their 
expressions said what they wanted to say, that they wanted 
each other. 

She could feel Mulder spreading apart her legs with his 
warm hands. She could feel his mouth pressing against her 
lips, then on her breasts, and then on legs. She couldn't 
withstand the wait any longer.

Mulder took this as the sign to finally let his cock slowly 
enter her. He saw a grimace of pain on her face. "Are you 
all right?"

Scully slowly nodded. "I haven't done this in a long time. 
Don't worry, Mulder, I'm fine."

"We can --"

Scully broke in. "Mulder, I'm OK. Really." She paused. 
"Please don't stop."

"I won't stop," Mulder murmured in her hair, as he was 
tracing the outline of her jaw with his fingers. He 
showered her with kisses on her lips, then her cheeks, then 
to her forehead, and then back to her lips. "I call this 
the connect-the-dots kisses." 

"It sure is," Scully agreed. She smiled at him. She loved 
this feeling the warmth of his body enveloping her. While 
Mulder was making love to her, she reflected on how 
exuberant he had made her feel. She didn't remember the 
last time she had felt this happy, but she knew that 
Mulder was the reason why her heart was complete again. 

"I could get used to this, Scully," Mulder said, murmuring 
happily. He gave her another kiss on the lips. He lowered 
his voice a notch. "I don't know what would have happened 
if we hadn?t done this."
  
Scully nodded. "I feel the same, Mulder, but I think we 
better get our clothes back on. They're going to wonder 
about us. In fact, I sense that they suffer a huge case of 
paranoia." She drew a sigh because she was reluctant to go 
out there among people she barely knew. She only wanted 
Mulder alongside her, not them. They had made her feel 
nervous. "I'm not sure who is affected."

"I don't know who is either; it's not us," Mulder said as 
he stood up. "Scully?"

"What?"

"I more than trust you."

She nodded. "I know. I trust you more than anything, 
Mulder." She paused briefly. "Maybe the next time I won't 
wave a gun in front of you?"

Mulder chuckled. "Hopefully not."

They were now getting dressed. 

She watched him pulling up his jeans and then he put his 
shirt back on. She sighed. She didn?t know what will happen 
to them in the future, but she hoped she would get a chance 
with him again. She would hold on to the memory of their 
time together within herself. She would always remember how 
they made love underneath the light bulb in the small 
storage room.

"Mulder, I'll always remember. I'm not sure if you want -- 
when we get back to the mainland, but I will remember this 
day -- the time we've made love in this room."

"I'll remember, Scully. You can count on that," Mulder said 
as they started to exit the small room. 

They would always remember making love. No matter what 
happened to them. No matter what would come in the years 
ahead. 

They would always remember.

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